Those Who Courted Death Would Find It

The cultivators in the Bookstore also stopped to look at the books, watching this scene with curiosity. The Thousand Gold Formulas had been out for a long time, but apart from the first time it cured Zhou Zhuling's illness, for the long months, the Thousand Gold Formulas, like the white book, was lost among the other books. Sometimes people would rather choose a Blue Quality book than this Yellow Quality Thousand Gold Formulas.

Besides the fact that the effects of the Thousand Gold Formulas Prescriptions are relatively limited, the main reason is that the book Thousand Gold Formulas has not produced any further effects. Many cultivators suffering from illnesses have chosen to read this book, but none of Thousand Gold Formulas have experienced the same effects that Zhou Zhuling had when she read it. Over time, the Thousand Gold Formulas has become the most useless book in the Mysterious Bookstore.

So the fact that Thousand Gold Formulas is acting strangely again today has really surprised everyone.

"Huh?" As Ma Feifei approached, he saw a halo of light inside the Thousand Gold Formulas, with several large characters written inside.

Acupuncture Technique: Requires a payment of five million Spirit Crystal to obtain.

"It's hopeless." Ma Feifei looked at the words on the screen and her heart sank instantly.

"Shopkeeper, may I ask what this means?" The old man, somewhat puzzled, stood up and looked at Ma Feifei with a questioning expression, and asked.

Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei pointed to the circle of light in the book and said, "Old man, you have obtained a secret technique from the book called Acupuncture Technique."

"Oh?" The old man was somewhat surprised.

"But as you probably know, anything you get from the book requires a fee," Ma Feifei said.

"Then, shopkeeper, how many Spirit Crystal will I need to pay for this Acupuncture Technique?" the old man asked curiously.

"Five million Spirit Crystal," Ma Feifei said.

After listening, the old man frowned slightly, glanced at Thousand Gold Formulas, and said, "I don't have that many Spirit Crystal."

At this moment, the cultivators in the Bookstore watched this scene quietly. No one stepped forward to Snatch the Acupuncture Technique. For them, this was something they wouldn't understand even if they had it, unless they studied medicine. Therefore, if the old man couldn't pay the Spirit Crystal, the Acupuncture Technique might very well go unsold.

"However..." The old man hesitated for a moment, then clenched his fist and opened it, and a white, net-like garment resembling a vest appeared in his hand.

"This is the Dragon Cicada Robe, an eighth-tier spiritual artifact. It's a defensive spiritual artifact that makes the wearer immune to fire and water, and can withstand a full-force attack from a spiritual artifact below the ninth tier without sustaining any damage. I wonder if this can offset the five million cost?"

"Hiss!" A collective gasp filled the Bookstore, followed by:

"Old man, I'll offer ten million to sell it to me," a cultivator said eagerly.

"I'll offer fifteen million!"

"Twenty million!"

Because of an eighth-tier spiritual artifact, a bidding frenzy has once again broken out in the Bookstore.

However, the old man did not react to the other bids, but instead looked at Ma Feifei with a smile.

Ma Feifei looked at the old man with a puzzled expression and asked, "Grandpa, didn't you hear their bidding?"

"I heard you." The old man nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei pointed to the Dragon Cicada Robe in the old man's hand and asked, "Old man, are you still going to use this eighth-tier spiritual artifact to offset the five million in fees?"

The old man nodded.

Ma Feifei didn't quite understand the old man's thinking, but the value of an eighth-tier spiritual weapon was indeed far more than five million Spirit Crystal. Judging from the bidding at the scene, the value of an eighth-tier spiritual weapon was at least twenty million Spirit Crystal.

But since the other party is willing, Ma Feifei is naturally not foolish enough to not take advantage of the situation. Although the system does not have a rule of exchanging items for items, Ma Feifei has Spirit Crystal. He can spend five million Spirit Crystal to buy this eighth-tier spirit artifact, perfectly solving the problem.

"If the elderly person wants to change it this way, then of course it is fine." Ma Feifei nodded in agreement and took the Dragon Cicada Robe handed to her by both of them.

It felt weightless to the touch, silky smooth and Limber. Faintly, Ma Feifei could also feel the message that Dragon Cicada Robe was conveying to him—a warm aura. She did not resist becoming Ma Feifei's spiritual artifact.

At the same time, a beam of light suddenly burst forth from the halo of Thousand Gold Formulas, shooting towards the old man's forehead. The old man subconsciously frowned and tried to dodge, but the light was too fast, and since the old man was unable to activate his Spiritual Power, he was hit by the light.

After the light struck the old man, the golden light from the Thousand Gold Formulas disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

Ma Feifei congratulated him, then turned and walked to the cashier. He opened the drawer and saw that five million Spirit Crystal were indeed missing.

"Tsk tsk, it still hurts a little." After working so hard for so long, Ma Feifei had only earned less than 20 million Spirit Crystal. Now, five million of them had been lost all at once, which really made him feel bad.

Fortunately, the five million was exchanged for an eighth-tier spiritual weapon, so it wasn't a bad deal.

"This clothing should be worn underneath, like underwear, right?" Ma Feifei said softly, looking at Dragon Cicada Robe.

"Great, great. I'm going on a trip soon, and having a piece of clothing for self-defense will be more reassuring," Ma Feifei thought to herself happily.

The Phantom Organization has been silent for a long time, but Ma Feifei doesn't believe they've given up on assassinating him. They just haven't had an opportunity to strike while he's been hiding in the Bookstore. He might run into members of the Phantom Organization again on this trip.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei ran back to her room and changed into Dragon Cicada Robe.

After changing into Dragon Cicada Robe, Ma Feifei found Yun Qingyang.

"What did you say?" Yun Qingyang was a little confused.

Ma Feifei, looking excited, urged, "Hurry up, punch me in the chest."

"Why?" Yun Qingyang asked, puzzled.

Ma Feifei unbuttoned his outer robe, revealing the Dragon Cicada Robe underneath, and said, "See this? This is the eighth-tier spiritual weapon I just acquired, the Dragon Cicada Robe. I want to test its defensive capabilities."

"Where did it come from?" Yun Qingyang asked curiously.

"It was given to him by that old man who could fight you. He just obtained a secret acupuncture technique from the Thousand Gold Formulas, but he didn't have the money to pay for it, so he used this to settle the debt. Ugh, why are you so fussy? Hurry up and punch me." Ma Feifei said impatiently.

"You're sick." Yun Qingyang, holding his sword, turned and walked towards the Bookstore.

Ma Feifei was stunned, stamped her foot, and pointed at Yun Qingyang's back, shouting, "Yun Qingyang, you old dragon, do you know that in my eyes you're just a stupid dragon? It's one thing to be bad at arithmetic, but you're also not quick-witted. You say you've lived for ten thousand years, but you've probably spent tens of thousands of years in some remote mountain valley, right? Otherwise, how come tens of thousands of years haven't made you any smarter?"

"..." Yun Qingyang's steps froze instantly.

The snow around us froze into ice at a visible speed.

A wind rises.

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky with a crack.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce wind howled, and dark clouds loomed over the city.

Pedestrians in Dubian Town looked up at the suddenly appearing dark clouds and asked in confusion, "Huh? Why did the weather suddenly change like this?"

"Yes, the snow hasn't even melted yet, how come it's raining already?"

"Who knows? Don't say anymore, let's hurry home, the laundry hasn't been put away yet."

"Ahem," Ma Feifei glanced around, awkwardly clasped her hands together, and whispered, "Um, would you believe me if I said I was joking?"

A deafening rumble of thunder was followed by a sudden downpour.

The sound of the torrential rain echoed throughout Dubian Town, and if you listened carefully, you could also hear faint Growl of distress and pleas for mercy.